Quietus Est

Loss is emptiness.  It fills space

With dead weight.  Pictures of

Your lost lover pull at the wall.

Emma’s old dog collar

Strains with years of walks you once walked.

Twitch dreams dreamt dent her bed.

Like an obese ghost his absence

Pins you to the floorboards,

Winds you, your chest full of breathless,

Face smothered by his empty speech bubbles.